The woman who had her wings clipped in a car wreck showed me how to swallow truth deep into my throat, how to pull it out with minimal damage - told me being a circus act is easier than being a good person. And it is! worrying about money isn't apple pie, worrying about appearances, disappearances, alien encounters, trafficking, scamming - all so sticky they causes me to gag. When you worry you lose sight of the trophy buck... Which doesn't matter to me, it's your video game - its hooves are in the field, stomping pumpkins and viny gourds to mush.

Gloria, latex snap. Opaque lipstick.
I should press holiday stamps
over those big blue eyes of yours.
Misspelled spoken word, whole hunting
from malignant orange ,
crosshairs and et cetera.

*** on me - stellar hardwood floor ;
the last unicorn was a battered woman
with certain dysmorphic symptoms.
My boyfriend thinks it's **** when
i read the dsm v the way i eat jello shots.

Still, I don't **** him how I would the
surrealish ***** in a polyester uniform.
He knows there's been a cowboy in a parka on the corner for days
politely asking about the three legged race. I have no answers for him
or his handsome eagle co-defendant.

I really think
I'll marry my best friend for her
enameled heart and health insurance.
I took my multivitamin , tapping out
morse on old formica ,
while telling my dead dog im sorry for
letting them **** him.

You named the sky reflected in a
dream, named it a wonder storm.  

Spacesuit with a crown glow, with whom I
take turns trying to drown in an inch of water,
with whom I paint pictures of Aztecan gods -
Hold me again like I am a lizard! You

named it mudslide, named it river delta,
named it *******, you named it art.
Call it coyote blue.

Hundreds of canine headed figures
at the window of
seventh dream from spontaneous combustion
hold open their jaws and whine.

hello, superman*

he stares with the intensity of a live wire.

he thumbs coals into my belly
knowing i have the heat to animate them.

like a shy dog i drop to my heels. thighs
spread slightly, as if i were about to ****.

i look up and see the neon
has faded from his smile as he imagines

this wild ***** knelt at his feet, begging
for help with what she can't do alone.

crawlways aching for the idiot. that's me. that's a little harsh. we're only even with the world, then I wake up and ask for applesauce, or applause, because I'm a great tesseract under a strong thumb. so, are you snatching the smoke from my wildfire, the iron from my soil? I meant from my soul? no, sarcasm is ok. now how to be unmade into mulch and microchips! it's a wonder what they think of me, the foxglove in khaki pants, fire to herself, moody animal - too hispanic for their sun. resigned to being the mouth kissed for good luck, the cave-eyed ******* of a piece of gold and a cup of mud. now, to give up the secret password -

Anybody etches the longwave, tadpole lyrical,
and its a poem   (woa- teakettle, tweaker)
Satellite poem, thunder poem, ******* poem.
Sevens sluttiest angel writes a eulogy so beautiful that we give her the title of funeral director.
We just give it away. (Its still only a eulogy)
I have ten toes and ten fingers. Ive counted on them. I wrote a poem about getting
a bikini wax, and its still only a poem. A joke. Only tadpole lyrical. I wish it had a
revolutionary hermit to choke it with fingers that taste like black pepper and motor oil,
and then to rake its fall crumbles into ruffles,
and then all aboard the sci-fi fantasy. /Radiant,
radio the masses, raffia slipping, I got the zipper of my winter coat stuck in orbit, you sea/Ive got a poem to
write about synthetic jungles deep underneath our cities, lush with fiber-optic
wire, you say. Air rich, the mountain.
Find yourselves in dungenous traps: dead-blue thou art.

My metal detector doesn't work. I'm sorry my friend killed you, she has problems with her cerebral cortex. My metal detector broke, and I need to find the treasure buried by old ford himself; my ex said some ****-head said the devil was after him and he stumbled across the treasure covered in CD cases and hypodermic needles. They say he paid for a billboard over 75

Hey here, hey here it is baby
girl; blue shorts, bubble gum
in your hair? Here, here, here

and so I set out to find it. I don't care about my boyfriends other girlfriend; I'm hotter, I write poetry where the devil drinks what he siphones from gas tanks. My metal detector doesn't work. We only found out about the horseshoes in my ****** when he asked about insemination with his fathers *****: he always wanted a sister. I gave the horseshoe to my friend to hang above her front door in exchange for her twenty two year old metal detector. Nothing like the dentist bought me, but it worked. I found the treasure behind the VFW, stuffed into Kodak film bottles: maple leaves, water hemlock, and the keys to a ghost racecar.

it's a hunger. it's a second stomach. grows teeth when you forget to feed it. newborn teeth, aching stomach. i didn't forget. i can't find your mouth

drops two degrees when I look at it.
I have to work with
a skinny six shooter;
we will call our establishment
the last frontier
before the ghetto begins on the left.
Hubris
drips and tongues wag.
Guy has some pretty eyes.

I pulled out a scarf and pretended to be a fortune teller;
thick insense, marijuana. Lottery smile.
I'd never lie about my lucky document shredder, my broken down motorcycle.

Not like cheap wine poured over cellulite; a hog dripping blood; she hunter fed on leaves.

Should the basketball hoop fall at a different angle and spare your clavicle, you would
see smoke signals from the squatters place- their fruitcake is delicious.

Can't be sure about their dog though,  their dog had rabies and a collar that says FREELANCE.

I put too much hot sauce in the hashbrowns. I was still drunk.
I told my boyfriend his fortune was insincere,
that I am [today] a dead pilot and a stripper and a jilted florist all before noon.

done turned like the radio dial -
zig zag in its artsy  ness on
the afghan blankets,  on the
bench seat old tahoe. never have
i ever ****** the gym owner in my
over achiever bally sports bra / or
i lie all the time.
and, like,
you could be the pink alien in tassled chaps
or the singer/poet.
dialed the pizza place and hung up,
dialed the congressman and hung up,
embarrassed -
without a trick to pull out of your
ultracool spacesuit.

Gatorade at the pinball machine

a moderate allergy
to most things
prompts the mouse
to stay indoors

/

the alive, the low, the excuse

I am a Sagittarius and I flirt with
everybody but U
listing in the centermost rhombus
of my woozy kaleidoscope
are the kind of creature
women write spells about
and then grow gardens 4

/

don't bring those
outlaws here,
to my Fabergé spacecraft.
just yourself, and that...!

my crown of moldy leaf

I must have something to joke about. Like being a swampy mermaid. I'd **** to be a sexless myth, hermit in the wetlands, combing my hair with the delicate ribcage of a racoon. Still, every now and then the boyfriend/bear would come find me and ******* onto my tail. What wild certainty in that -

the lake hurts. the lake hurts my lake. it’s not one of my regrets. i don’t know what to call the water place inside me, so i call it gothic barbie dream house. no, not its real name. yes, i spend too much time inside. i grow a tail fin. it’s beautiful, but i don’t appreciate it. complain about missing bikini bottoms. complain about sore throat. gothic barbie dream house isn’t on any maps. gothic barbie dream house has a NO DIVERS ALLOWED sign, just in case. gothic barbie dream house is a silent movie with future color. gothic barbie dream house has posters of punk ken in every room that i use to practice kissing. punk ken is going to think i’m such a good kisser. gothic barbie dream house has a room for *** toys and a room for mutilation. i spend equal time in each. not a huge fan of either. gothic barbie dream house has a bathroom; has clutter of perfume crystal, silk wing, menstrual cup. gothic barbie dream house has a kitchen, but i don’t use it. pink and purple plastic. easy bake oven and short tables. tea drinking mice eating tooth sized cakes. gothic barbie dream house has a mouse problem and so many mirrors. gothic barbie dream house has a dungeon, a disco ball and blow up sofas. menageries of giant stuffed animals. there is a demon dancing in the corner with an unlit candle. gothic barbie dream house smells like blood. gothic barbie dream house smells like water. gothic barbie dream house is full of bubbles, new fins, air hoses. this is where i realize the demon is a diver, and it hurts gothic barbie dream house to its distant river. this is where i don’t know what to say when the diver asks, does it go deeper. i tell the diver gothic barbie dream house goes on forever, but they don’t understand. it looks like a lake to them. the diver asks my name, and i say, listen. diving is dangerous. let’s have a tea party. and look. we both have fins-

chlorine cool w/o chlorine  clear far out
monuments of home sized rocks
which my aunt said had to be   whales
blue vested and jetting    while the rest
took their hallucinogens   to the dunes
and i was       (laughing)      
so sure that the lake had turned salty.

Bianchi holster in seventies orange ,
platform suede boots.

Overreactions -
glamorous atrocities ,

the petticoat ragdoll ,
the top that made my ******* hurt
all seething & sultry , man made.

Somewhere
the angry serial defiler trembles
like a mercury meniscus.

the past is awake.

not the break wave, but i am pinned against the pier
watching blood seep from new blooms.
i am torn from myself,
muscle is ripped from bone: anyway, i
am alive and i have been. i match my lipcolor
to my nailcolor - orange. call out the past.
loneliness sours everything -
orange ya glad you never loved me, bluesky?
i would have brought you along, to my done-day;
you could have been the executioner,
and i could have been the witch, doomed to drown!
you could have put me down yourself -
crushing my narrowness
into waterscape under the weight of your horizon.
doesn't that sound ****?
i would have thanked you, and you would have
turned dark with rain.
anyway, loneliness sours everything.

i am still a grateful witch.

it's up to you. call my bluff

indelible but inappropriate.
the thick mouth is alien.

consequently, i melt into
the grout.

i look less malnourished in mens
clothing,

id love to be as diego is to a kahlo
dog,

i say.

i hope i am no friendlier to the
chandelier torso

than i am to the shrunken head.

i call you sun, say sun

i

know what i am.

oh man,
do i remember.                                      


[if it's water                                                   you drink it]

i remember.   i have so much time to remember.
           (at work i tame dragons i drink    
            from canteen stunted growth)
it takes some doing.
i remember.               we are
made of time.           whole year spent practicing
insertion (under nylon sky)      
it rained all ways,
it rained with flood lore in mind.  
it molded me.

i was always thirsty:
the rain was constant.

                           i can still smell it
against the sides of a ***** tent-
mixing with sweat on ***** skin.

iguana on a leash

music from a broken jaw
think about
lipstick over plywood
being stung by a wasp
tobacco and spit in a bottle cap

cloud cover over a metal sink.

I
expression for not in my culture
take it all  slice of alternate                
-universe
all height it   all is   all talks  at last
II
it happened to the fuel what was
need to power it the apparatus I
-needed a
time machine if im ever going to
be anything other than this effing
nun I have to go back do something
take some action wrap again crepe
paper around the limbs nail christ to
the wall I want one of those when I
-come back
a hard body pantries full of fuel
have to go back and snort the hologram
ignore the urge to change my name to
-at the end of the world
III
-sinkholes
opened up next to a chrysler
wormhole to no-work-day to
a little late for the rodeo we
set an orange cone there its
raining underground where    
- the circus
is an all year thing an
elephant jumps a pink horse
sings my mothers evil step
mother  tells me not to wear
******* and tights at the
same time   I think thats
nasty  I tell about papas             
 -aliens
she says its his fault her
birth control failed now she
has to ask him for money
IV
the middle fuzzy like a      
-peach colored
static bloom I believed you
were better and now I would pay to
waterfall over paint samples   
-dissolute
stand solid in the end of the world
glasses full of muck fell off an
escalator got a scar in the shape
of a stiletto or maybe an asteroid    
-they  think of
a knife what cuts in the trim this
riddlin man this feral cat living      
-life
on a soft backseat  
oh and the driver
-being translucent

hematopoietic.
seafoam shellac a [tap tap tap] metal
disk
radiating light from under front wheel
drive   ing us
crazy. you gave
me keys
a kidney
tendonitis
vertigo
an intimate number
sequence
body glitter &
on sunday, a galaxy of capillaries.

Txt him a hot spring.


I need you to be my date for my cousins wedding.
We compliment each other.
We look like granola and yogurt.


An alien dangles from my vanity
flashing a disco for me and lonely me.


*I'll drown myself in this floral teddy
trying to **** your **** underwater .

Since Thursday bugs have been crawling out of the cards.

I buried my heart with the oleander,
where mother left the caul.
I forgot where that was. Somewhere near
the trunk line.

Today I walked to work with my wholesome *******
under a sheer shirt. I have been thinking of gentleness
and the vase of my ******, I have been thinking such

impossible things.

Only one drink of wine, only one card left unturned.

In the corner of my ******* I have built
a beach. It was for our first date, but I forgot
where we were supposed to meet
and my boyfriend deleted your number.

All of that glamor will create a monster in the basement. No ****, lifeless shore. I've seen it probably twenty eight times. All it needs is a mattress, and self- consciousness, and ta-da /// then we will get together and discuss our near death experiences; spliced together they glow in the dark.

found the star, guys. found the
neon yarn, the tall me tell tails.

I hope I didn’t embarrass you
at dinner, when I got on the counter
and started wiggling around
like bacteria. I’m sorry but I
was bleeding for your attention.

the coolest place I’ve had a bandage;
kissing the inner eye.

found the stuff, guys. my crush’s name
is bell jar toadstool. I think I love him…
that’s a tangent.
a tangerine ant in the fear mouth.

but this is not a love poem, I swear.

I.
Ive been eavesdropping on the autophobe;

my boyfriend doesn't believe in ghosts, doesn't see the dirt on my shoes.

He wants me to get myself off, to break out the winter blankets.

II.
My companion candied her scalp, says she quit using ******
because it messes with her complexion.

I think thats like riding a bike, like going back a few years and
falling in love with your dads mechanic.

III.
Someone coughs up a lung, prays like hell for a sign, for a clean bill of health.

You are an amateur prospector, found a geode cave deep in my stomach, split it open.

Twin hickies near the knees; my boyfriend tells me to forget
about alien abductions, to quit picking up the strays i find at buick city.

Nothing is mine. Well, maybe my car. My house. You
are not mine, and that is a squid in the chest kind of
squirming lovesickness. My self has decomposed so
seriously that I have replaced all of my organs with
sea life. That is difficult when you are thousands of miles
from the sea, but I made it happen, and yes, you can see
them with a flashlight, putting on their own dramas.

Don't let me go

O Capitan of the starship Viscera.

You have yet to see me
devolve into a pink salamander!

You have yet to see me
fall to my knees and beg for faith.

no to this
advance. covering myself
in the resin of your stare
would be inappropriate.

it will
set certain people on edge
and I really need this job.

chill, girl. he
smiles at everyone
like that.*

right.

like mind,
like matter: the residents
of dream ridge blindfold,
ziptied and huddled around
the HVAC unit
like it's a fire pit.

no i am not
interested in whoever
switched the
labels on the
breaker box. i
am interested
in the stitching
on the crotch of his jeans.

I once read a riddle about an egg,
but I was into geology. I was sure the answer had something to do with a calcite cave.
I don't like surprises. Recently I attended a surprise lingerie party and brought jello cubes. Now
a stranger is burning his fingerprints in my bedroom. He wants to steal our governors identity. He likes the job he's doing.

a carbon copy. generous engine .
clap your hands if
you're mine. double amputee call
the shots, showy
                  boas and ruffle shorts .
what's in your cup holder
ventriloquist?
a skeleton lady ; a solid gold snifter
to throw against the wall of sequins.

heartache
for the blood smeared
cue ball.

the announcer
singles me out,
knowing my middle name

[rhymes with decay].

and any day now
i will win something.

the announcer laughs;

says my body
is the dumbest corpse
he's ever seen.

I am damp with regret.

It is midday.

The rain whispers,

it says that light

is abandoned.

It is wet in the churches.

I have no coat

and like a child I start to cry.

i advance upon the campground
of wayless disciples.

i feel cold. my presence as the un
wanted season / my

presence bright as detection and
wet with reason

[for being there].
the journey was warm,

full of tongues tropical
and otherwise.

i arrive wearing
nothing. the camp -

yellow with doubt. i say,
"this is so midwestern".

i drag the so behind
me like a dog.

the disciples eye
me like a dangerous animal.

i am a dangerous animal: reasons
[for being] shine wet like ****.

Overview the planet, plant more
trees service stations noon at the
corner of cheek and tongue
the marble psychic of empty
lots and those killed and hazed
heavenly says my red belly piranha,
mouth full of
capitalism no im sorry full of
shh stop, drop, and roll
im sorry something like binary code

01010000 01101100 01100001 01101110 01100101 01110100 01100110 01110101 01101100 01101100 01101111 01100110 01100001 01110011 01110011 01101000 01101111 01101100 01100101 01110011

really, sorry, really like apple pie or
a hypodermic pumping botulism

00100000 00100000 or something.

heaven mapped on
Frigidaire.
rat poison
[posie ring]                     ****
******* the elliptical will get
rabies from her bfs bluetick
& the man at library
  will tell me the same story
  about  hazel eyed  women
                               next week.

in my verse his belt is a canyon cutting river.

kincade wanted something like

a gnat experiment-  great color.

sacrifice a motorcycle jacket on a flat rock,

and on a still night it will stay there for hrs.

it finds me on my lunch break, silver but no

smokes. lowry wanted a futuristic camera &

a deep, swampy, shimmering green pageant

queen for his model.

Whispered at night, a rapidly tumbling neon triangle stuck between decibles.
Thunder drums in fields, the fairy statues on my mother's nightstand.
And in the palmy middle, quicksand.
Knot at my neck; laughs are pulled from me like petals. Have I loved you, Have I not?

[Walking through town at night] is like starring in a silent film. Every passerby pantomim ing for coin, for dope, for a grimy existence adjacent to the rest of the country.
(Aged pinup scotch taped to a red chest of rusted drawers.
Dead lady, though she remembers model T's and powder blue bathtubs.)

I have been crying more everyday, draining evergreen and salt-serum.
Knew it from the future, being hard to watch it go.
Slowly my body rots from under me, but for now its still keeping time, still sees shadows of the people I claim to know.

————
maybe
i am embarrassing
myself. i think

about air conditioning and
a set of blue eyes
hovering above my ******.

in my embarrassment i want
to be held.

hold me, it's the new word
for torture.
hold me, let's
practice
submersion.

sleep 4 body of tired water. so full
of herself and feeling winter deeply.
                            feeling rivers deeply.
                            feeling taken by them.
the body is an incubator: soon
spring will come & nurse her new
with warm rain. she will choke on it.   
soon it will
be full. body of exhaustion. so full
of things that will die inside of her.

Open mouth against burning back sun
spotted and adored. Phantasia fills the
whole screen.

*

I urged the flamingos,
create!

See where
BPA Free bottles prism out,

where heels on concrete cut to a heron stepping through the morning fog-

shadow box and a cell phone.

Don't they love me
with my beaded sombrero,

lumping elephants into ant lines, clipping
the hawks wings?

I want this tree applying anti-aging cream in the scene where we off the ******.

remember, start with
openmouth.jpg.

round all totals.

try not to lick honey
off of the honey

bear. avoid./
lucky glitch/ O

humble weather. the
coffee is too cold no

w that you've added mi
lk. in the morning I

emerge with my debit
card stuck to my thigh.

I move close to the
occupied port
of my kitchen sink.

haptic feedback,
chaos on max cool.

what are you doing
here,
dying my judgement?

*see, it
looks like a mountain range

We spent a lot of time camping.
I never thought of it as homeless.

I had my magic eight ball,
but no *****, and I was growing out of my jeans.

Weariness is climbing an oak and deciding
to be a grandfather clock on vacation.

Trying to find ease in a hand

some proposition - I can taste the silver speeding
a path cut through erogenous zone #1.

Stick to the leather and misplace the big dipper.

This isn't my car but those are my CD's.

crazy thing- that room is
still a florida room in february,
where we killed the last
spirit in the world.
brighter than a piece of pvc
during zombie winter.

everything that happened when
I was nine years
old culminated in severed
limbs, conspiracy theories.
the rosacea cleared up like
the doctor said it would.

imagine this- a herd of bison
on the sledding hill.
hard to climb,
even harder coaxing the angel down
and into having some hot fun:
hot like cauterized.

As long as we're pretending stuff,
I'm writing a fairy tale where I can
style my hair in braided knots,
heavy with metal beads thudding against
my pelvis.
And trust me when I say   I can make
this super appealing, cause there are
gator moats and dungeons, also the hound
named fairy godmother -
Also the leased Dragon
who won't stop tickling
us with peacock feathers dipped'n
powdered fiberglass...
that hurts more than the face ******* fire, no *******. Not great, but
he won't be staying in the story long.

This is shameless anyway. No neon sign around his neck, just a plane riding a mini sun and holiday socks pulled up to my knees. I only want him when I squeeze them together. Will there be snow, will there be another factory death on the eve of my birthday? My name was spelled wrong and ****** on. Faked insanity after I hid him along with my mother's inheritance. Itself was insanity and a handful of cherry pits. Her mother could tell you all about it, how it starts with chronic ear infections. My bra looked like doilies and I lined my sternum with gunmetal eyeshadow, waiting for him to crash in my field.

stop the soft screen hypnosis
(fluidorganicpink), the
DIY segments on
refinishing a warm heart.

I write this from a satellite shaped like
the central nervous system,
from the cushion where
I will give anyone a ******* in exchange
for a summer tale about lost junctions
and pink buicks, clean rims;

tanned bodies with denim
shorts and amber glasses
stranded on dead interstates.

Is this like art? No, sister. This is self-centeredness, a soap opera.

Time, the incongruous snail. How quickly it moves.

I need new folklore, a new change purse to hold the eyeballs I ****** out of thinness.

Nod to panicked thickness. Nod to talk radio. Box fan in my window ******* in the same air

the dinosaurs breathed, the air jimmy hoffa breathed, the air the rosenbergs breathed.

It feels wet.

This mineral spring smells like jellied summer. All of my hanging plants are dying without fear.

The air above my head is cancerous. I live in a birdhouse, powered by phantom glories.